The Learning Curve: Chapter 43

Edward Cullen's House

Edward pulled me down on top of him, and I kept kissing him, oblivious to anything but the warmth of his body and the pressure of his mouth. I felt lightheaded, almost dizzy, drunk on his flavor and scent, but I never wanted to stop.

One of his hands cupped my head as we kissed, and the other crept under my shirt and didn't hesitate to find my breast. My greedy fingers searched for his skin, finding it beneath the hem of his T-shirt. In a blur of moans, gasps, and groping hands, we both somehow ended up shirtless. My mouth explored the expanse of his shoulders while he toyed with my nipple through the cup of my bra.

"Edward," I mumbled into his skin.

"Hmm?" His lips found the shell of my ear.

"There's something else I want you to teach me."

He froze. "What's that?" he asked, his breath ghosting over my neck.

I couldn't look at him while I said it. "I want...I want to try...giving oral," I whispered. After I'd touched Edward during our last lesson, I realized the idea of putting my mouth on him didn't gross me out at all. Actually, I was sort of curious about it. I wanted to know how he tasted; I wanted to make him feel good.

I felt him swallow. "Seriously?"

His tone didn't indicate quite the response I was hoping for. "Yeah," I said with growing embarrassment. "I kinda wanted to try it with you. But if you don't want to..." I began to pull away.

He held me to him and leaned his head back to look into my eyes. "Bella, it's not that. I just want you to do it because you want to, not because you feel like you're supposed to."

"I want to," I said, and I felt a change in the motion of his abdomen as his breathing grew heavier. "I'm nervous, though. I have no idea what I'm doing, so I need you to...tell me how, I guess."

His eyes softened and his thumb rubbed gently over the blushing apple of my cheek. "Of course I'll help you, sweetheart."

I maneuvered backward, sliding into the space between Edward's legs. He watched me unfasten his pants, and his gaze felt hot on my face. When I'd freed him from his boxers, I looked up at his face, unsure.

"Should I just...go for it?"

His lips twitched with a smile. "You can start slow. It's just like last time – just do what feels right to you. Your mouth...it's going to feel unbelievable. Just be careful with your teeth, and it'll be amazing."

"Careful with teeth," I repeated, letting out a breath. "Got it."

I steadied my shaking hands on the bed and lowered my mouth to him, placing it in a kiss against the tip. Edward let out a hiss through his teeth; I figured that meant he liked it. I tried my tongue against him. He tasted salty, like skin and something more. His moan rang in my ears.

I was going to rock his world, I decided.

Tentatively, I slid my mouth around him, mindful of the warning about my teeth. "Shit," he gasped, his hips jerking ever so slightly.

"Is it...good?" I asked, pulling back.

He huffed out a laugh. "Amazing. Bella, I'm probably not going to last long."

"That's okay." It was probably better because I didn't exactly have a lot of tricks up my sleeve.

I lowered my head and took him in my mouth again, feeling more confident now. I began to lose myself in what I was doing. When I'd thought about oral sex before, I'd assumed it would be gross, but I sort of liked it. I liked the weight of him in my mouth, the texture under my tongue, feeling his body quivering with restraint, feeling the echo of vibration from his moans.

Bobbing my head, I had a feeling I was giving the most basic blow job of all time, but Edward seemed to enjoy it, so that was good enough for now. So much for him not lasting long, though – my jaw was starting to hurt.

Finally, his thighs tensed up beneath me, and his hand touched my hair. "Bella – Bella stop – I'm gonna –"

Before I figured out exactly what he meant, he was spurting into my mouth. I nearly choked on it but managed to swallow instead. It tasted weird, like a mouthful of saltwater or something. When he was done, I pulled away, a little bemused but pleased with my accomplishment.

Edward was breathing hard, his eyes closed. He opened them when he felt my weight shift on the bed.

"Well?" I asked, self-conscious now. "Was it any good?"

He laughed in earnest. "Bella, do you even need to ask that?"

I blushed, the aftertaste of him still on my tongue. Edward sat up and pulled me against him, holding me close.

"The real question," he said, "is how you felt about it. Was it okay?"

I nodded. "I kind of liked it," I admitted, and he groaned.

"You are too much, Isabella Swan."

A/N: So, some of you misunderstood. The Short 'n' Sweet contest is over, and we won best drabble! Thank you for reading this story, for voting, for everything.

Many have asked what the song in the last chapter was. I didn't have one in mind, but I think what would fit best is "Delicate" by Damien Rice. It's intentionally unspecified, though, so if you have something you like better, then that's what they were listening to. :)

I'll try to post earlier tomorrow, but no guarantees.